We Have Stopped Believing In Progress. What

Thus My Life Is A Flight And I Lose Everything And Everything Belongs To Oblivion, Or To Him.

It Seemed Incredible That This Day, A Day Without Warnings Or Omens, Might Be That Of My Implacable Death.

In Spanish It Is Very Difficult To Make Things Flow, Because Words Are Over-long. But In English, You Have Light Words.

Each Thing Implies The Universe.

Poetry Remembers That It Was An Oral Art Before It Was A Written Art.